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Last week was Ex's week with the kids, but I ended up with them for most of it because he was helping friends of his girlfriend move to alberta, and got stuck halfway there due to snow. I was supposed to have the girls wednesday night and they'd pick them up on thursday evening; instead I had them till saturday morning! Lol, and when you add in the fact that Ex (who's 33) had just gotten his tonsils out the week before that... I'm starting to feel pity for the guy! Again, creepy.
I don't love him anymore, but he is the girls' father. If anything happened to him, they'd be devastated and I'd hurt for them.
- Mood:
cheerful
And now, we've got a foot or more of snow, and yet somehow she still manages to get cat poop all over one boot! And the landlady turned off the outside taps, so I'll have to wait till spring to wash the gunk off. sigh. Glad we found a second pair of boots!
Outline is finally done, in that I now know all the major plot points, and how they follow each other linearly. I think. I should dive back into writing it, now that I have a better handle on it. I am glad I've been reading lots of Jim Butcher lately; it was a bit like an epiphany to suddenly realize that sex didn't have to be the lowest common denominator; 'hey, this isn't a LKH-esque novel I'm writing!'. At least, not a more recent LKH novel.
and no, I'm not saying I'm stealing plot, lol. I'm stealing that old action-action-action flow for the novel. I admit I had to keep reminding myself to find solutions for the situations I'd put my MC into that didn't use sex as the solution; I'm way too obsessed with getting Lick of Frost for xmas, what can I say...
the girls are watching the Best Christmas Movie Ever (here's a clue: "Light the lamp, not the rat!")
- Reading:Mortal Dangery by Eileen Wilks
These doors, fortunately, have a tiny hole that if something thin is poked in, will allow the handles to be turned. A lollipop stick is the perfect size for this little manouver.
Around 11 am I get a phone call from my eldest's school. She'd gotten a cut, and I needed to come get her. I think, 'oookayyy... pick her up cuz of a cut?'.
I get there, and the poor tyke has an inch long gash in her scalp! The only place in town to get her sewn up is the hospital, of course, so I ended up taking her and my 3 yr old up to the hospital. Sigh. We got home at 4 pm.
Long day, very stressful, but the kids were awesome, handling the whole thing so well, they both got slurpees! Lol and McDonalds for dinner. Very well rewarded, I just hope they can live with ordinary life (which features far less sugar!).
Oh, and youngest insisted I hold her up so she could watch the stitches get put in. Eewww! That meant mommy had to watch too; had to answer all her questions. "What's that?" "Thread." "What's he doing?" "Sticking the needle in and tying a knot." Point. "What's that?" "A special needle." "What's that?" "Blood."
Poor mommy has no stomach for that kind of thing. Bleh.
- Mood:
pleased
- Mood:
mischievous
I got a fair bit of the bathroom painted. Still not sure of the colour though. Sigh. My own cold is still lingering, which is annoying, but so far I'm recovering.
I get to work tomorrow night, first time on the new job! I hope it works out okay. Making coffee, cleaning up, nothing really all that different than the deli, barring I no longer have to handle lots of meat. Lol, now that's a good thing!
Right now I'm watching Gene Kelly rollerskating. Cute movie. I've never seen anybody tap dance while wearing rollerskates before. I think it's called 'On the Town'.
I'm reading through some slightly better written paranormal romances. Well, slightly better written, lol. Some of the ones out there are just terrible. Brrrr. I'm trying out the 'unknown' (to me) authors (Rosemary Laurey, etc) first, saving the good stuff, like C.E. Murphy for after. It's kind of sad. Some of these stories have great premises, but just don't go anywhere interesting, or worse, tie everything up so poorly it hurts. Like, I just finished What do You Say to a Naked Elf? by Cheryl Sterling. I expected a cute, fluffy, fast read. I got that; the end was sooooo predictable, I didn't really have to read it! I hate that.
I may have to go find my copy of The Mirror of Her Dreams, by Stephen Donaldson just so I can read something powerful and enveloping.
- Mood:
sick
I'm a baby alligator.
Really, I replied.
Yup. I'm a baby alligator. Baby alligators eat babies!
Needless to say, we aren't watching the movie.
Somethings I just had to let slide, and hope I wouldn't get blasted for. Though I did get an emergency call (a message while I was changing a dirty diaper and dirtier kid) to see if I could work tonight. Fortunately, since it's a message, I'm going to pretend I didn't catch it in time. My feet still hurt from last night, my uniform is dirty (I only have one), and since I'm nervous about being 'talked to' for stuff I couldn't help, well, I just don't want to. Though I should probably wash my uniform tonight, just in case I get another call tomorrow...
Because I didn't get home from work till after 1am, I didn't get to bed till after 2. I've been dozing off and on all day, which isn't good with a 2.5 yr old running around. Fortunately, the worst thing she did was take off her poo-y diaper, and some toilet paper and a shower took care of that, lol.
Anyway, on to the *precious moment*.
My eldest is having a friend over, and as the two of them were giggling and bouncing off the walls (literally), I got a little tired of hearing the windows rattle, and sent them down to the playroom. The playroom happens to also be almost-ex's bedroom, and I heard, as they were going down the stairs...
"My daddy sleeps naked, you know"
Priceless.
- Location:sitting with my feet up!
- Mood:
drained - Reading:Never Too Much, by Lori Foster
So I've really been finding it harder to write still, though I'm no longer depressed. Yay! It's just that my romance novel, which was supposed to be light and fluffy, has been more like a hidden personal journal for me. Issues I didn't know I had, things that are glaringly obvious to my main female character, are popping up left right and center, and so of course I have to slow down, stop writing, and figure out what I really need to learn from whatever issue is being raised up, and then figure out how my MC is going to deal with it without having to go through my heart ache, lol. This is a romance, after all, so she does get her love in the end.
It's incredibly theraputic, but not necessarily all that good for my daily word count, or even finishing this strange novel by the end of november. And it hasn't been helping my sleep schedule either. I just can't stop thinking about whatever has reared it's ugly (or not, as the case may be) head from my psyche, and think it through, usually at around 1 am when I should be sound asleep. Thbbpt. (the sound blowing a raspberry makes, lol)
My girls are doing good, though my eldest has a memory like a sieve (just like her mommy!). We wrote a reminder on her hand (after she insisted on doing it first on her arm), but it did no good. I told her we should stamp it across her forehead; she said, 'good idea mommy!', then paused and added, 'but how will I read it?' I love her so much, lol.
